From beyond the grave, Matty spoke About pickle jars and things that broke. It certainly sounded as if impossible, But maybe it was just improbable.
It's hard to believe that some things are true, But we're bound to believe, so we always try to. Unfinished business can chain us down Until what we have to do brings victory's crown.
There's nothing wrong that cannot be made right By the words of hope we pray into the dark night. The real horrors of this world wear the skin of humanity With a knife in the back of doubtful sanity.
If you stare long enough into the feel of reality, You find scarier things than pass for sheer fantasy. The things of fear are the things so rarefying As to come out of the shadows fully terrifying.
Comic books spill over in their spandex story. Real death most often comes without much glory. There in the shadows of the darkened night, Come the teardrops hiding from the day's light.
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Life's bucket full of splendid nothings, We find that those who know the most are often bluffing. Searching for truths that will never be found, The truth of this small town isn't six feet underground.
Skimming for truth in a sewer's song, It was the words or the melody that didn't quite belong. Twisted and twisting in the bathtub drain, Sometimes it feels that the world is insane.
In the storm, we hear the winds call, While into the night's slumber, we crawl Only to wake to fight our living nightmares. Life is full of troubles and catching snares.
A music man's troubles fill in the blues, When life comes at us in all its multiple hues. Ragtime is the ideology of the Devil's playground. There is little morality in its syncopated sound.
From the screen, an evil monkey grins As he looks up, all the mayhem surges to begin. Drunken stumbles are released into the theater of the absurd, And what is seen cannot be captured within a sum of words.
Dragged from innocence, one by one, Until on All Hallows' Eve, the children are done. Run, run away into the depths of total fear All hail for It is drawing ever near.
(c) October 31, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Happiest of Halloweens to everyone from Aloha Promises Forever!! I hope your tricks are all happy and filled with joy, and that your treats are pleasing yet somehow healthy(..ier??)!! Turns out that added sugar can do a number on your A1C and have other negative impacts. I won’t lie and say don’t worry about this. I’ll just say, moderation is the key to everything. Eat well, be well, and choose your treats intentionally. But most importantly, live life with love and love your life well!
Watch for signs of corruption in the morning, In all the troubles that come without warning. American Sign Language signals the meaning Of all the challenges for us human beings.
Small towns brush life with their mercy, Sipping whiskey from a bottle of Hennessy. Frozen there in the solitude of night, Anywhere but Derry would be alright.
A stranger's kid struggles with a pout, Fighting with an urge to find a way out. Some forms of vice are suffered merrily, While others are escaped quite narrowly.
It was born quite evil and quite hungry. A birthday greeting was given quite early As It escaped to a drainage in the night. It was spawned to bring others full fright.
Bangor Air Base had its special projects, Along with nuclear fear and its rejects. A normal town with all its participation, Life was lived with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Duck and cover for the ashes of mass radiation. The aliens and Russians were fearful interpretations. The new normal wasn't a welcome invention, But the military stood ready for intervention.
A little pessimism helps pass the time of day, Sometimes ignorance needs to be pushed along the way. Kids and parents fight their vivid imaginations. It's how it is as sweet scenes bury titillation.
Town kids find themselves in a secret hideaway. Into the darkness of the night, they're bound to stay. Mood rings reveal their jammed-up feelings, While accidents will happen as life keeps revealing.
The new year comes with a little conversation. There are so many memories of past devastations. It's how life happens on the way to the cemetery. All of our dreams can turn out so contrary.
Trouble is as trouble comes down the country road, In that in-between place that we've all been told. Though we do our best to learn how to save, There's no escaping the whispers calling to our graves.
(c) October 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The works at God's hands Are a wonder to understand. I worship all that the Lord has made, And my love for this will never fade.
It's a wonderful wonder Filled with love and grace. There is no unforgiven blunder, Just an undying love that I embrace.
My God makes my journey's way Through each and every day. He has erased the sin of my past, And replaced it with miracles to last.
I walk in wonder and I worship, The Lord and this undying relationship. Where He corrects my every wrong, And I praise Him with my song.
It's through His will that I transform, And to the ways of Jesus, I do conform. Though the storms may rage and toss, I am redeemed by His sacrifice at the cross.
In this world, I try to do a little good, Though I may miss the mark, as it's understood. Through loving ways of the Trinity God's ways are revealed as no longer a mystery.
(c) October 29, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 